"Under the blood pollution, you say, do you become a Buddha, or do I become a demon?!"

The middle-aged man smiled gloomily, full of arrogance and pride. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Amitabha, donor, you're in a good position." A sigh rang out.

On the other side of the Buddha beads, the golden light flashed, and a phantom shadow appeared.

The phantom is an old monk with a withered face, dressed in a brocade robe, and holding a string of ten Buddha beads.

The old monk closed his eyes slightly, sat cross-legged in the void, and a faint Buddha light emanated from behind him, and the treasure was solemn.

The pupils in Li Qing's eyes shrank, and his gaze was fixed on the Buddha beads in the old monk's hand.

This string is being moved by the old monk, and there are only ten Buddha beads, no matter the size and texture, or the color and brilliance, which are exactly the same as the Buddha beads that have been polluted by demon blood.

"A stinky skin, a sea of suffering.

From love to worry, from love to fear, if separated from the lover, worry-free and fearless.

There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, and can't let go.

Those who enter my Buddha's door, the eight sufferings can be eliminated, and the Buddha has crossed the world, how can he have demonic thoughts? ”

In the void, the old monk's face showed a sad look, and his hands were folded.

"Old bald donkey, what you say sounds so good, but what do you actually do? Hehe. ”

The middle-aged man laughed disdainfully, pointing to the gloomy sky with his finger, his gloomy face full of sarcasm, "The whole town, full of resentment, and the suffering of all living beings, isn't it your handiwork?" ”

"Amitabha!"

The old monk sighed in a low voice, with a hint of melancholy on his face full of sorrow, "Poor monk, there is a story ......"

"A long, long time ago, there was a great tribulation in the heavens.

In the catastrophe, a Buddha bead was spiritually lost after being stained with demon blood and fell into the world.

Countless years have passed, and the already broken spirituality on the Buddha beads has been transformed into demonic thoughts under the erosion of demonic blood, and the remaining part has become a Buddha's thoughts because of the stimulation of demonic thoughts.

One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

Whether it is a Buddha or a demon, the two are silent in the Buddha beads together.

Until one day, a little boy in the world accidentally swallowed this Buddha bead.

The Buddha and the Devil, with the little boy's soul as nourishment, finally woke up after nourishing and absorbing.

The Buddha wants to subdue the demon, and the demon wants to devour the Buddha.

However, the two are evenly matched, each occupying half of the Buddha beads, and they are in a stalemate, and if they want to devour each other, they can only find another shortcut.

The Buddha wants to use the eight sufferings of sentient beings and the red dust to refine the mind, so that his thoughts are more refined and transparent, so as to subdue demons and become Buddhas.

And the devil will plan and use the resentment and vicious demonic nature generated by everyone to destroy the foundation of the Buddha, so that the Buddha's thoughts will collapse and the demonic thoughts will be devoured.

Buddha and demon are originally the spiritual transformation of the same remnant, and both rely on the coexistence of an object.

What the Buddha does, you can't hide from the devil, so how can the things the devil do from the Buddha?

Amitabha! ”

"What? Don't...... All this, you deliberately lured me?

But

At the beginning, you obviously used secret techniques to prevent me from discovering that you wanted to use the eight sufferings of the world to refine your mind, so that you could damage your Buddha's thoughts.

The secret technique cannot be fake, and the depleted Buddha thoughts are also real, but they are ...... Wait a minute...... Is it possible, you ......"

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, however, before he could respond, on the Buddha beads, two-thirds of the place that had been covered by red light, a golden light, like the tip of a needle, pierced out.

"Impossible!"

The middle-aged man's face suddenly became extremely ugly, although he was unhappy because of the old monk's words, but he didn't expect that the old monk's counterattack would come so quickly!

Even, as more and more golden light emerged from the red mist, the face of the middle-aged man, suspended in mid-air, had begun to gradually sway and blur.

On the other side, outside the golden light bowl, like other residents, Li Qing, who was suppressed and couldn't move a bit, felt a little chill in his heart.

The people of the world are really not to be underestimated.

The middle-aged man representing the demonic thoughts, the demonic flames are monstrous, and he easily plays with the lives of the entire town's residents in a moment, which seems to be indispensable, but he didn't expect that he was in the trap of the old monk from beginning to end.

The old monk knew what he was doing, but he couldn't hide the demonic idea of being one and living together, so he simply designed it deliberately from the beginning.

The Buddha wants to subdue the demon, the demon wants to devour the Buddha, and everyone wants to be the only subject of this Buddha bead.

Whether it is a Buddha bead or a magic bead, it depends on who is the final winner.

Hongchen Eight Tempering Hearts, the Demon Will definitely stop it.

Simply, give the demon a chance, a chance to devour the Buddha!

And in order for this opportunity to seem real, then it is necessary to dispel the demon's vigilance.

Therefore, the old monk did not hesitate to damage his own Buddha thoughts and used a Buddhist secret technique.

And the effect of this secret technique is to cover up!

Cover up what you've done!

The demon and the Buddha are one, no matter how much they cover up, there will always be clues left. Once the demon perceives these traces, he will track them down and thus know what the old monk has done.

Only if the thing itself is true, people will not see the problem.

The middle-aged man found that the old monk was really harming his own Buddha thoughts, and he had to use secret techniques to cover up and prevent him from noticing, so the middle-aged man at this time must have believed that the old monk was really preparing to use the red dust and eight hardships to refine his heart and subdue demons.

And, once the middle-aged man believes it, he has already entered the trap, and then, he is singing in full accordance with the old monk's script.

It's just that this old monk, with a compassionate and compassionate appearance, does things, but he is not ambiguous at all, and directly treats the residents of the town as pawns.

Li Qing couldn't help but be secretly vigilant, this old monk was so capable of tricking people, he had to be cautious, and now the most worrying point for Li Qing was, who pulled him into this scene?

Is it an old monk who has everything under control and has the upper hand?

Or is it a middle-aged man who is at a disadvantage, suppressed, and in dire need of help?

Or is it the playground that sets up a game path for the story, and as soon as the player touches it, they will be pulled into it to solve the incident?

Li Qing had no clue about these doubts for the time being, and at this time, the situation in the field became more serious.

A trace of golden light, like a broken bamboo, unstoppable, under the tearing, the red mist is fragmented, full of holes.

And the face of the middle-aged man floating in the void became even more blurry and illusory.

"Damn! Old bald donkey, you don't want to succeed!! ”

The middle-aged man's face showed a fierce look, and the whole illusioned face, with a bang, exploded directly and merged into the red mist.

And like a needle-tip wheat, the golden light that pierced through the red mist also broke and merged with the middle-aged man's entire face, and the momentum of piercing the red mist was blocked and became slowed down.

"Amitabha!"

In the void, the old monk with a sad face raised his eyelids slightly, and outside the golden bowl, the residents who were originally meditating on their knees and chanting the "Myoho-renge-kyo" were directly shattered one after another!

"Dear donors, it's time to borrow your one!"

A faint voice came out of the old monk's mouth!